how do you meassure???  

4888 posts
4/5/2006 2:14 pm
how do you meassure???

From the last Blog.. I'm still aggravated to no end.. well the split ends are gone..

Anyways.. My attitude reminded me of my mothers..and I'm realizing.. I'm becoming her in so many ways or as my brother would say I'm my Mother and this can be scary..

When I was around 4 yrs of age I was in the kitchen with my mother and father playing on the floor with some lincoln logs happily... the next thing I knew My Mother was on the floor with her hand on her cheek and my father hovered over her red in the face.. I remember feeling terrified.

My mother just looked at me and calmed me down and took me in the living room as her cheek was swollen, Went back in the kitchen... I soon heard a loud thunk.. I walked back in the kitchen to find my father on the floor knocked out. My Mother standing over him with a large 4 cup measuring cup in her hand... she had clobbered him over the head with it..
Now this was really the only violence I had witnessed in my home growing up.. But after that day I did not see my father again till I was 16.

That day My mother started to put lil notes in that measuring cup.. and kept it on top of the fridge. the first note read.. "start to measure your options now" There were many more after that.. and then a journal.. Thank God..

she passed away when I was 27... Her journal is soooo precious to me and the best gift she ever gave me besides life.

She would say her life started that day. She learned she had strength and determination..and she did not need to put up with any abuse. She began to measure her life carefully and always weigh out her options.

I'm thankful she taught me that.. and I'm thankful she taught me and my brothers not to abuse anyone.

She would tell me to only marry if I could imagine him with no legs or arms and hideous... would I still care and love him... and yes I would

She told me "Cinderella was a fairytale"...

she told me to marry my best friend.. and I did

she told me " you don't meet your soul mate.. you become soul mates".

she told me " you don't wait for the stars.. you make the stars".

she told me " you measure life by the love from friends and family.. not wealth and material things"

Because she took the time... I will never have to use that measuring cup for anything else but to measure.

So.. How do you measure life???

and btw... If she were alive today.... she would be on AdultFriendFinder... I know it...

I love you mom

under the stars
We choose to write
you choose what you comprehend.
read twice and be nice
every key stroke... has a heart beat

JuicyBBW1001 55F

4/12/2006 7:38 pm

wow Mrs Muff nice tribute and i like the outfit too ya think they sell those at tents are us???


SacredStarDance replies on 4/12/2006 10:30 pm:
girlfriend.. stick with the sexy pasties and we better see you on memorial weekend


4/7/2006 6:24 am

Thank you beautiful one

under the stars
We choose to write
you choose what you comprehend.
read twice and be nice
every key stroke... has a heart beat

GoddessOfTheDawn 106F
11240 posts
4/7/2006 3:48 am

beautiful tribute

SacredStarDance replies on 4/12/2006 10:28 pm:
thankyou goddess

seek_my_flame 41F
465 posts
4/6/2006 12:54 pm

Another great post... another reason to thank you...

Your mother was great and she has given life and wisdom to a great daughter...

Your story reminded me of the only violence I witnessed in my home when I was about 10 years old... It was a plate with pasta thrown on the kitchens wall from my father...
My mother looked at me and tried to calm me down as well... For years, I used to go to the kitchen and look behind the poster we had put on that wall. The amazing thing was that that pasta was still there despite the fact that she had the wall painted and put a poster on it.

The good thing : That was the day when I told her "why don't you send this guy away???" and she did that...I think this was the "freeing sentence for her"...

The bad thing : That pasta will never leave that kitchenwall...

I measure my life by those wonderful human beings (my mom goes first) I am blessed to have on my side...

SacredStarDance replies on 4/7/2006 6:23 am:
thanks... hmmmm I think I would leave the pasta there to reflect on growth.. I have the Same Meassuring cup still.. Its a reminder for me to measure life carefully.

pragmaticCTcpl 62M/51F

4/6/2006 8:55 am

A very warm and loving post. I measure by looking over my shoulder and seeing how far I've traveled.

SacredStarDance replies on 4/7/2006 6:20 am:
wonderful comment and wise.. thanks

angelofmercy5 60F
17881 posts
4/6/2006 6:00 am

Muff....I loved this post! What a woman your mother was! Kind of reminded me of my grandmother. I especially loved the one "you don't marry your soul become soul mates". I think that is so true! I measure my life by the little differences that I can make each day whether it is a smile, or a kind word. And when I forget that, and have a grumpy spirit truly feels it.

SacredStarDance replies on 4/6/2006 8:40 am:
Angel, yes I was blessed with her wisdom and tuff love. She raised 4 of us on her own.She also taught us to do a least one good deed aday... it does make a difference how you feel about yourself.

I'm so glad to see you blogging my dear.. in my prayers always

libgemOH 57M/53F

4/5/2006 5:20 pm

Muff, that was a wonderful post and if you are becoming just like her, what a blessing!! How I measure life is by the love I give and the TRUE friends I make (kinda like you!!)... -B

SacredStarDance replies on 4/5/2006 7:46 pm:
awwww and you know... she would just love you...

and she would be so proud of the bi-princess sisters

firestarter665 43M/40F

4/5/2006 4:26 pm

I live and love each day, bad and good. This ia a precious post. I am teary eyed.

SacredStarDance replies on 4/5/2006 7:41 pm:
thanks so much

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